Civilisation is hooped together, brought
Under a rue, under the semblance of peace
By manifold illusion; but man's life is thought,
And he, despite his terror, cannot cease
Ravening through century after century,
Ravening, raging, and uprooting that he may come
Into the desolation of reality:
Egypt and Greece, good-bye, and good-bye, Rome!
Hermits upon Mount Meru or Everest,
Caverned in night under the drifted snow,
Or where that snow and winter's dreadful blast
Beat down upon their naked bodies, know
That day brings round the night, that before dawn
His glory and his monuments are gone.

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The irony is that there are already a full generation of people who don't have clue what Packards were or how those buildings got to be empty.

It is looking to be highly probable that those same people may just end up living like him ... but unwillingly and without the self reliance or resourcefulness to persist or thrive in that environment.